A valentine poem to tubes


Roses are red, but the music is warm,
Glowing tubes delivering sweet sonic charm.
Strings sing so sweet,
Bass vibrates your feet,
Each note's a caress in this audio balm.

Transistors may boast an efficiency claim,
But tubes whisper secrets, ignite passion's flame.
Harmonics alight,
Textures take flight,
A soundstage expansive, defying all name.

So crank up the volume, let melodies flow,
With each blooming ripple, emotions aglow.
Roses may fade,
But the music that's made,
Is a love song, eternal, which kind tubes did sow.

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Tube may make sound soluble
In the room waving water
But there is more about the sound ether
Think twice and go out of this bubble
 
Tube dont replace solid state
No more than digital erase vinyl
alternatives are trade-off mate
We must put on trial
 
The fact that things are not equal
Does not means that one is always better
In all cases and for everyone not at all
It means we must adapt picking the right setter
 
I learned audio science
As i learned english
Using the right sentence
As i use the right gear piece
 
For me and my room
There is no more doom
For me and my room
There is no more gloom
 
There is no right or wrong
When we hear a gong
only better or lesser approximate
Acoustic rule soon or late

Class D, it's not, my Technics amp
Despite tube lovers that often rant
The sound is sublime
No etch, no grime
To admit as much, they can't
 

Glass amps are a pleasure                                                                                   That many folks treasure

While sand amps abound                                                                                      And Many prefer their sound

Made of glass
Or made of sand
Dont make a fuss
About amplification mystic and
let your room do the music at last